I am took Literature last quarter, and we studied a great deal of Romantic Poetry.

Does anyone like poetry? Favorite poets, anyone?

Post links, if you have them, not verses.

Post the name and title of the poem before you post the poem.

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may seem typical, since they are both well known, but i love Robert Frost and Edgar Allen Poe.

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Robert Frost

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I think John Donne had some interesting poetry. The fact that he was a preacher made his poetry more interesting for example his poem The Flea. The Flea was basically about how he was trying to convince a woman to sleep with him.

The Flea by John Donne

I don't know many poets, but Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson are prominent in my mind.

One of favorite poems though is Invictus, by William Ernest Henley:

"When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained."

• Samuel Clemens/Mark Twain

I really don't want to scroll through a bunch of long posts...

Can y'all post links instead of pasting the text here?

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a couple of my fav poems 😉

i love u in the morning, i love u in the evening,
i have a big head, i have a little head,
i don't care, i can't think
i have name.....

one, two, three,
a cat got stuck in a tree,
a fireman came,
and got stuck in the rain,
soaked to the bone was he

Edited the first post in order to keep this thread a bit more manageable.

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My favorite is a snippet of the Wordsworth poem, "Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood":

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

Following up is the entirety of "Dulce et Decorum Est," by Wilfred Owen:

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!–An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,–
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

e.e. cummings's "anyone lived in a pretty how town" and Frost's "Out, Out--" are in for third and fourth, respectively.

I am the God of Freedom. I am not revered, I have no shrines; and you have never before heard of me nor will you ever hear of me again.

^Goddammit, did you not read the first post of the thread?

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^Goddammit, did you not read the first post of the thread?

I do not recall seeing the first post in the thread containing anything about links over verses. It does now, certainly, but let us compare timestamps!

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2:05 am, May 14 2008

Five minutes.

If I have to explain further, I'm strangling somebody, and yes, it will be you. Calm down and think some more, please.

I am the God of Freedom. I am not revered, I have no shrines; and you have never before heard of me nor will you ever hear of me again.

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My bad?

Can you edit them now please, seeing as you have seen the edit?

5 minutes is plenty of time as well, by the way.

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I don't really read that much poetry but I do enjoy them when i read them.

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My bad?

Can you edit them now please, seeing as you have seen the edit?

5 minutes is plenty of time as well, by the way.

So I do have to explain further. It is not that I did not see the edit; it is that when I began composing my post, that edit had not been made. I'm not going to go back and edit it now, either. I already wrote the post once, and it took longer than five minutes that time--I'm not writing it a second time*. Five minutes, for the record, is not plenty of time if one wishes to make a thoughtful post. But I suppose thinking before speaking is out of fashion on the internet these days.

*If I do, I'll be going back to the page where I pulled that chunk of a Wordsworth poem and posting up the whole poem, and bolding the part that I like so much.

I am the God of Freedom. I am not revered, I have no shrines; and you have never before heard of me nor will you ever hear of me again.

How about 11 minutes, then, because that is when I posted a statement asking to post links instead of verses.

I could post the whole of "The Prelude" by William Wordsworth if I wanted to sift through tons of text.

It's more efficient to post links.

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